You two are so cute together...
Brady: “Man, you guys are relentless.” He laughs. “I didn’t want Sadie to think I would turn out like my dad. I’ve worked really hard to make sure I don’t end up on some bench. Obviously when addiction runs in your blood, some people just expect you will ultimately have the problem as well.”
Sorry Brady, I don't mean to be too aggressive with our questions, but inquiring minds want to know. I laugh and lean in and whisper, "don't worry, we have some questions for Sadie as well. "
Brady: "Oh it's okay girls, I'm just joking!"
Knowing that Vince had such a supportive family around him, why do you think he refused to accept any help?
I am so happy to hear that Vince has been sober for a month. That is really good news.
I don't mean to be too intrusive with my questions. After reading your story, I was left with some questions. I promise, from here on out, the questions wont be tough.
He glances over to Sadie and they exchange a look before she bites her lower lip.
Well, I think you got yourself a keeper sitting next to you.
Brady: "That I do Heather."
I'm sorry for the loss of your brother. You need to know that you were not responsible for that honey... Shitty things happen in life and your brother wouldn't want you carrying around that guilt.
Sadie: "Thank you, Heather. Deep down I know he wouldn't want me to feel the guilt. It's a struggle for me to accept it but it's becoming easier everyday." She looks over at Brady and he gives her a reassuring smile.
OK, you know we need to discuss Kara. I don't want to put you back on the hot seat Brady, but we have a few questions regarding her.
Well I guess it's a good thing Sadie didn't kick Kara's ass then, huh.
Sadie: "It almost got to that point. Especially in the hospital."
How is Kara dealing with knowing that the two of you are happily in love?
Brady perks up at the question.
That's good to hear. Grant seems like a really nice guy. The two of you were both going through some personal shit. I am glad that the two of you have managed to work this out.
Sadie, I'll ask you a few questions and give Brady a chance to breathe. (I look at Brady and smile and wink at him.)
Since all of the guys in the band have somehow or another walked in on the two of you having sex or about to. Has Jessa managed to walk in on the two of you? Or have you invested in locks on the doors.
Awe, look at the love birds. You two are too cute!
I raise my eyebrows back at Sadie. Interesting, I guess I will just have to wait and see what the future holds for Jessa and Grant.
Well that's a wrap folks. I want to thank the two of you for stopping by and answering our questions. Brady, I didn't mean to have you on the hot seat for most of the interview. I appreciate your honesty and I am sure the ladies are swooning over you just a little more than they were before we started today. I sure know I am. (I say jokingly and smile at him.)
I wish you both nothing but the best in your new endeavors and I am excited to see what the future hold for the two of you, as well as Grant, Jessa and the rest of the band.
Brady: "Thank you Heather. This was fun. Yeah, you'll be seeing a lot more of us soon." he winks.
Sadie: "It was a pleasure, Heather. I loved seeing Brady squirming." she laughs.
Sadie Miller is attempting to change her ways and hide somewhere no one knows her former self. She only wants to finish her final year of college, obtain her degree and get out from her parent’s hold. Then she meets Brady Carsen, the lead singer of the college town band, The Invisibles. Although she tries to stay away, his persistence quickly wins her over and she realizes although he is everything she’s not used to, he might be exactly what she needs and more importantly wants.
“So…” she hesitates, with her eyes locked on the ground. “Are you guys playing tonight?”
“Allison,” she shakes his hand and I notice a white gauze bandage on his forearm. He must’ve stopped by the tattoo parlor on his way here. I swear he spends more time there than our house.
“Here you go.” I hold the ring around my finger, as though teasing her with them. When her hand stretches out to grab them, I clasp my hand shut. “I don’t think you need them.”
I pray this works. It’s my only option, even if she thinks I’m a dipshit for holding her keys hostage. She stands up and I wrap my hand around her upper arm, discovering that her skin is as soft as silk. She looks at me and her revealing emerald eyes catch me off guard. They’re so big and bright up close, but there’s a shitload of sadness in them as well. Her lips form a firm, tight line before she demands, “Why are you holding me up and can I have my keys now?” Man, she’s even hotter when she’s angry.
“Sorry, I don’t let people drive drunk.” I push the keys in my pocket and I can’t help but smirk watching her eyes follow my hand. When she finally looks back up at my face, I can tell she likes what she sees. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.
“I’m not drunk,” she spurts out.
“That’s what they all say,” I respond.
“What do you want me to do to prove it? Walk a line? Say the alphabet?” she asks, not sounding as amused as I am right now. “ Z, Y, X…” she actually starts to rattle off the alphabet backwards. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. If I laugh, she’s sure to leave but man is she adorable.
“You really aren’t drunk?” I ask in mock disbelief.
“No, some jerk knocked me down.”
“Really?” I pretend to search her eyes for signs of intoxication, but I’m really just admiring the freckles of brown in them. “Sorry, I just assumed since you were fumbling backwards.” I purposely let my eyes roam up and down her body, enjoying every inch I see. “I figured you swayed over from the frat party down the street.”
“No, I was here with my roommate, I had a couple sips of a beer, and if you could hand me my keys, I would like to leave now,” she says, her demeanor turning shy.
“You’re leaving before the final band?” I ask, still not giving up her keys. Maybe I should entice her to go after them herself, but then she’d feel how excited I’m already becoming.
“Yes, I have an early morning,” she says with her hand out. Now all I need her to do is start tapping her toe on the ground.
"I’ll give these back to you on one condition.” I dig them out of my jeans and dangle them in front of her. Her eyes remain on them like a dog watching its bone. I feel like such an asshole doing this, but I’ve waited too long to actually speak with her.
“How about you just give them to me and call it a night?” she says, but I’m starting to hear some enjoyment in her tone now.
“What’s the fun in that? I want you to stay for the last band. It’s my band, The Invisibles.” I smile down to her, praying like hell it works.
"Brady. Brady Carsen,” I tell her. Commit that name to memory, honey.
"Listen, Brady. I’m not the kind of girl you’re looking for. So I thank you for stopping my fall and helping me pick up my things, but why don’t you just give me my keys. You can go up and play and I’ll go home.”
“Kind of girl I’m looking for?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “Just stay and afterwards we can get to know each other better.” Oh shit, she’s going to think I only want to fuck her. I have to fix this somehow. Before I can say anything though, she surprises me by agreeing to stay, and I can’t help the cheesy smile that I’m sure is spread across my face. I finally hand her the keys.
“You’re going to love it,” I tell her and grab her small, delicate hand, tugging her back the way we came.
I stop her right where she won’t get trampled and I’ll have a good line of vision as well. Sometimes the shows can get pretty intense and I’d hate myself if something happened to this beautiful creature. “Stay here. I’ll come back for you after the show,” I lean in and whisper in her ear, smelling her sweet, light scent. I close my eyes, trying to embed it into my senses. I turn around before she notices my obsessive behavior, but quickly realize that I forgot one major bit of information.
“I never caught your name.”
“Sadie Miller,” her soft, soothing voice reveals and it kills me already that she could’ve told me a fake name.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sadie. Enjoy the show.” With a turn of my heels, I walk away from her. Every step is excruciating, but I can’t help being elated that I finally found her…or she found me. Regardless, I’m not letting her go.
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